His physiological preference

After paying household expenses, her salary of 8,000 yuan was reduced to only 3,000 yuan.

Her heart was bleeding as she scanned the payment code.

The cashier handed her the takeout bag, which she took and turned to leave. Then she noticed the imposingly handsome man diagonally across from her.

There was a cup of coffee on the table in front of him, already half-finished. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling directly in her direction.

Even from halfway across the coffee shop, Yang Zhiyan, with her excellent eyesight, could clearly see his features. He had high brow bones, a straight and prominent nose, and slightly pursed lips, exuding a cool and aloof air.

Compared to that bald man, they're practically from different species.

This world is so unfair. Some people are born into privilege, while others never even reach it. But what can you do? You can only try your best to live.

Qin Yuzheng sat by the window, holding a coffee cup in his hand, and took an elegant sip.

His gaze shifted from the glass window, where the reflection of the woman in the plain-colored modified cheongsam was seen as she walked out the door. Her hair was loosely tied up, revealing a section of her nape, which was as white as porcelain.

Last week, she stood outside the window wearing another cheongsam.

Today, Qin Yuzheng noticed her as soon as she entered the door.

The moment her figure appeared outside the glass door, his gaze was drawn to her, and he couldn't help but follow her, becoming completely captivated and unable to look away.

He saw her look around, her gaze sweep across his face, and then quickly look away.

Qin Yuzheng put down his coffee cup and slowly circled his fingertips on the cup.

Then he saw the bald man walk in and sit down opposite her.

Blind date.

His finger paused for a moment when those two words came out.

He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could see the man's expression: arrogant, self-righteous, with his chin held high like a rooster in heat.

She sat opposite me, always sitting very upright, with a calm expression, as if she were listening, yet also as if she hadn't heard a thing.

Later, the man stood up and left.

They walked very fast, as if in a fit of pique.

Qin Yuzheng saw her sitting there alone, staring blankly at her coffee. The waiter went over and said something to her, she nodded, and stood up to pay the bill.

She frowned slightly when she paid. It was a frown, a pained look.

He could see her very clearly. He thought she was beautiful, lively, and lovely.

Then she turned around and met his gaze, but quickly looked away. For the first time, Qin Yuzheng felt that perhaps this physical appearance still had some use.

When Yang Zhiyan got home from get off work, the living room was brightly lit.

Three people sat in a row on the sofa. Li Fengxia, the sister-in-law, sat in the middle, her hand on her belly, looking like an empress in a TV drama holding a court session.

Her brother, Yang Yaohua, sat on the armrest of the sofa, one leg propped on the ground and the other dangling, a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke slowly rising under the light.

Her mother sat on the far side, not doing any work, just sitting there with a folded towel on her lap, whether to cover her legs or to wipe her tears was unclear.

Three pairs of eyes all fell on her.

A joint trial by three courts.

She'd seen this kind of setup before. The last time was the year she graduated from university, when she said she wanted to learn how to wear a cheongsam, and it was the same lineup, the same seating arrangement, the same lighting. Even the way her brother held his cigarette hadn't changed.

Yang Zhiyan put down her bag, neatly arranged her shoes, and walked over at a leisurely pace. She didn't sit down, but stood opposite the coffee table, like someone being sued in court.

"Yang Zhiyan," the sister-in-law spoke first.

She emphasized those three words. Usually, she would call me Zhiyan, or at most by my full name, but she wouldn't use this tone.

"What do you mean?"

Yang Zhiyan did not respond.

"I was trying to be nice and introduce you to someone, and you turned it into this?" The sister-in-law's voice rose a notch, her face showing a mixture of grievance and anger, her lips pursed, her cheeks puffed out, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Yang Zhiyan originally wanted to endure it.

"We're family, we see each other all the time, harmony brings wealth." Her mother taught her this from a young age, to always give way to her brother, a lesson she remembered for twenty-five years. A moment of forbearance brings peace, a step back opens up a vast sky.

How many steps has she taken back?

I almost lost everything I had left in my room, and a large portion of my monthly salary ended up in other people's pockets.

She didn't want to quit.

"You're being kind?" Yang Zhiyan raised her eyes, her voice firm yet tinged with sarcasm. "You're up to no good, aren't you?"

There was a moment of silence in the living room.

Li Fengxia's face changed. It turned pale in an instant, then red, as if she had been slapped in the face in public.

Yang Zhiyan continued, "I'm a 25-year-old girl, you can forget about introducing me to a 32-year-old."

She took her phone out of her bag, opened the photo, and held it up, pointing the screen at the three people opposite her.

"Look at yourself! You're telling me this guy is handsome?"

The face in the photo had features crammed together, and the top of the head was bald and reflected the light. She sat in front of that face in a coffee shop for fifteen minutes this afternoon, and even now, looking at it still makes her feel nauseous.

"That's a lie," Yang Zhiyan said, placing her phone on the coffee table with the screen lit up. "You showed me this and said how beautiful she is, but when I went to see her, I found out..."

She didn't finish speaking.

The air in the living room seemed to freeze. Li Fengxia's face flushed red and then turned pale, her mouth opening and closing as if something was stuck in her throat.

After three or four seconds, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "That's called being mature and steady, what do you know?"

"Mature and steady?" Yang Zhiyan almost laughed. "If you like that, go marry him."

This statement is like stirring up a hornet's nest.

Yang Yaohua immediately exploded.

"How dare you talk to me like that?" He abruptly stood up from the sofa armrest, nearly dropping his cigarette butt. With a flick of his hand, ash scattered across the coffee table, but he didn't care. "Your sister-in-law is kindly introducing you to someone; she thinks highly of you. You're ungrateful enough, but to speak to your elders like that is unacceptable!"

Yang Zhiyan looked at Yang Yaohua.

Yang Yaohua is four years older than her. In most families, the older brother is taught to give way to his younger sister.

But not in her family. Her parents told her from a young age that she should give way to her older brother.

Even when her older brother offered to wash the dishes when they were little, Yang Zhiyan would be scolded: "You lazybones, how can you let your brother do chores? Don't you have hands?" Then her father would hit her with a stick.

From then on, Yang Yaohua no longer had to do any work; all the work was done by Yang Zhiyan.

Yang Yaohua was still not satisfied. He roared, "Get out of my house!"

He pointed to the doorway, his index finger almost poking her face.

Yang Zhiyan did not dodge.

She glanced down at that finger. The nails weren't trimmed properly, the ring finger wore a wedding ring, and there was a thin callus on the fingertip.

"I'll move in a couple of days," Yang Zhiyan said calmly.

"But bro, when are you going to pay me back the 100,000 yuan I borrowed for the down payment?"

The air in the living room froze instantly.

Yang Yaohua's fingers froze in mid-air, his expression changing several times: first confusion, then surprise, and finally annoyance at being cornered.

"When did I lend you money?" His voice rose, so high that the last word cracked. "That money was for your parents, what does it have to do with me?"